Saturday, December 5, 2009

In Lieu of Photos (So Far)

Today, while failing utterly at making a stupid, simple slip learning some incredibly useful lessons about sewing and how to develop as a human being (sorry, I meant human doing), I discovered that:

It's better to err on the side of buying too much edging lace (even at 12 bucks a yard) because, when you are 4 inches short and your entire fucking project is ruined, it's kind of frustrating. Oh, and you still wasted 12 bucks on lace and 9 bucks on fabric only now you have nothing to show for it.

Picot edge doesn't mean the bumpy side of the elastic.

Pulling the elastic taught while sewing is not "clear and simple".

Lingerie tricot is a fickle bitch and you should cut her.

If you think you're getting a home made item of clothing from me this Xmas you are HIGH on drugs.

I don't even know what to say at this point. I'm so approaching hateful of everyone who's ever made a slip and said it's simple - even the wonderful, talented ones who post on it (with very clear instructions) for my learning enjoyment. It's. NOT. simple. Till you've manipulated that fabric and pulled on that elastic, it's a free-for-all of optimism. After, well then it's just demoralizing.

Tomorrow I'm going to figure out how to make one decent slip if I have to go out and spend a mint on lace (ugh) or start from scratch with a woven fabric or, as luck usually dictates, some combination of both.

Did I mention I just went to see New Moon this afternoon with 2 tweeny girls? Honestly the worst movie ever. For what it's worth, I'm not an advocate of abstinence (I know, you're shocked). That's just self-deprivation. Respectful and safe sex at a stage of maturity (certainly the point at which those pale, horrible characters were), natch, but honestly, those two should just fuck and get it over with.

PS: I have really bad PMS and I'm venting. Will return to the love-in with sewing presently.

10 comments:

Haha oh my, you sound like you're having fun! Just when I was contemplating a reunion with my neglected sewing machine, you've snapped me back into reality. I'm probably going to be stupid and dive into the crazy world of cushion-making regardless (baby steps!), but I promise that I'll blog my progress even if I happen to suck majorly (highly likely!)

Speaking of sucking majorly, I still haven't seen New Moon, but from the sounds of it I should save my money...or see it based on the expectation of a comedy. Decisions decisions!

Oh, poor K-line! This is why I only sew quilts (and by hand)--I have no patience for all the important small things that could go wrong.

I like your review too. I haven;t read the books or seen the film. but what I do know of the series does not appeal. Kind of like in Grade 9 when a glammy rock group came to our school!! and played hits from Styx and then suckered us all into buying tickets for their concert that Friday during which they preached at us. I like morality to be honest and open, not sneakily wrapped up in rock star hunks or hunky vampires.

As for the rest, well the sewing process sounds less fun here, but then tricot is a bitch, or at least I think tricot is a bitch, but the results are so nice.

And I think you've discovered why a lot of people who sew beautiful things for themselves and selected loved ones don't make things for others, often even family, because they are not appreciated for the love and care and effort and expense that went into them.

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